User blog comment:Biggren/The Silvir Conquest/@comment-32303-20140610065814/@comment-3135907-20140819201001

Slowly, slowly the army toils their way down the hill and toward a vast thorny hedge where the mouse assures them safety can be found. An otter missteps and stubs his paw on a rock, grunting sharply. There is a mass cry as the toads realize their prey is leaving the hill. "Too late, they're charging. Run for the briar thicket!" the mouse shouts.